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AS THE MUSES SPEAK

They gather in that quiet place
where the silence of morning
and the dawn meet my day,
where a blank page awaits,
an easel for the words
and the images introduced
by the muses
who occasionally visit
this page that I write.

And I linger there with them,
these muses of day and night,
as I listen and watch them
bringing scenes to life,
hoping that they’ll share
a word
or two
or three
with me.

And when they speak,
I must simply step back
and focus once again
on what they have to say
as I listen very carefully
above the din of the day.
And when that happens,
I can’t ignore what they paint
in the beauty of the rainbow
after a springtime storm;
in the seagulls as they soar
above the ocean’s roar;
in the mist settling
upon the mountaintops
as the sun begins to set.

And when the muses
speak to me,
as they only do
every once in a while,
I take notes
and I reflect
and I learn from them.
And when the time
is precisely right,
I can finally share
a word
or two
or three
that they have shared
so generously
with me.

“Apollo and the Muses” by Marten de Vos (1580)

(c) barbara kausteklis 8-3-12

Written for CPC Friday Fling/
“The Friday Fling Muses on Muses.”

http://www.friendburst.com/blog/93931/friday-fling-muses-muses/

Thanks always for your visits and comments
and for being among the Muses
who so generously encourage my words.

Big Hugs.

~barb~